The human longings that are deep inside of us never go away. They exist across cultures; they exist throughout life. When people were first made, our deepest longing was to know and be known. And after the Fall, when we all got weird, it's still our deepest longing - but it's now also our deepest fear.
We are married -and maybe this is no conventional arrangement, but it is still real. "It isn't, " he said. "It is. What is a husband, but the man who offers you support when all the world turns you away?" Was that what he was to her? He couldn't look at her now, or she'd see how much those words affected him. She continued. "What is a wife, but a partner who will see through to your deepest wishes? We have promised each other our deepest wishes.
Who can see inside the deepest recesses of your imagination and manifest those wishes into your daily experience? Who can appreciate those subtle nuances of character you've acquired by overcoming your deepest fears? Who can truly respect those things that are no longer a part of you because of all your work to release them? Who can see the strength left behind in the wake of your unique struggles and obstacles? Who will see you for who you are, appreciating everything that is there, everything that is not, everything that can be, if you do not? Who else can?
This is the pathless path - returning to where you were initially before you got lost. The deepest truth in you is where the journey leads - shedding, like taking off layers of an onion, until you come to your essence. The key to the spiritual journey is not acquiring something outside of yourself. Rather it is shedding the veils to come back to the deepest truth of your being.
We are trying to communicate that which lies in our deepest heart, which has no words, which can only be hinted at through the means of a story. And somehow, miraculously, a story that comes from deep in my heart calls from a reader that which is deepest in his or her heart, and together from our secret hidden selves we create a story that neither of us could have told alone.
It's a love of Piscean that you will never understand but it will hit your core not knowingly you will find yourself in the deepest trouble of your life, , , there will be no escape... YOU are trapped!! The deepest philosophy has just dawned in your life.. YOU feel yourself as gaining spiritual power for it is a Piscean's LOVE nourishing you on the inside... -HQ-
The solitary speaks."One receives as a reward for much ennui , ill-humour and boredom, such as a solitude without friends, books, duties or passions must entail, one harvests those quarters of an hour of the deepest immersion in oneself and nature. He who completely entrenches himself against boredom also entrenches himself against himself: he will never get to drink the most potent refreshing draught from the deepest well of his own being.
Not even the deepest sleep will give you such a rest as meditation can. The mind goes on jumping even in deepest sleep. Just those few moments in meditation your brain has almost stopped. ... You forget the body. ... You feel such pleasure in it. You become so light. This perfect rest we will get in meditation.
If you don't know your purpose, discover it, now. The core of your life is your purpose. Everything in your life, from your diet to your career, must be aligned with your purpose if you are to act with coherence and integrity in the world. If you know your purpose, your deepest desire, then the secret of success is to discipline your life so that you support your deepest purpose and minimize distractions and detours.
His words thrummed in, deep, imprinting themselves on her very deepest, deepest, deep bits. 'I believe I am your destiny. You are mine, as I am yours. We shall be one. So one that your air will be mine, your scent mine, your blood will fill my veins, your soul and my soul will entwine together forever. Everything about you, mine.' Wow. 'Those little china animals on my mantelpiece?' 'Mine.
There is a pivot point, however, to become an adult. That transition comes from recognizing and acting in accordance with your own deepest impulses. On the responsibility front, that means acting in harmony with your conscience, not because you're going to be punished if you don't, or paid for it if you do (heaven, enlightenment, salvation, or whatever), but because you know it to be right. On the freedom front, that means acquiescing to your deepest inspirations, following what truly compels you, even when it's difficult to do so. These two principles brought together in the same time and space is what integrity is all about. And it is only through such integrity that you resolve conflict between the two of them: what you 'know to do' and what you 'want to do.
Why are we reading, if not in hope of beauty laid bare, life heightened and its deepest mystery probed? Can the writer isolate and vivify all in experience that most deeply engages our intellects and our heats? Can the writer renew our hope for literary forms? Why are we reading if not in hope that the writer will magnify and dramatize our days, will illuminate and inspire us with wisdom, courage, and the possibility of meaningfulness, and will press upon our minds the deepest mysteries, so we may feel again their majesty and power?
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
What you must realize, what you must even come to praise, is the fact that there is no right way that is going to become apparent to you once and for all. The most blinding illumination that strikes and perhaps radically changes your life will be so attenuated and obscured by doubts and dailiness that you may one day come to suspect the truth of that moment at all. The calling that seemed so clear will be lost in echoes of questionings and indecision; the church that seemed to save you will fester with egos, complacencies, banalities; the deepest love of your life will work itself like a thorn in your heart until all you can think of is plucking it out. Wisdom is accepting the truth of this. Courage is persisting with life in spite of it. And faith is finding yourself, in the deepest part of your soul, in the very heart of who you are, moved to praise it.
OLY, OLY, OLY, IS JUST A PIG OPERA WHEN YOU'RE LANDING IN YOUR HELICOPTER. YOUR RECENT MAKING ME FEEL INDECENT. I'VE GOT A TONGUE IN MY MOUTH. I'D LIKE TO USE IT. BIT DOWN MID-SEIZE. YOU BLACK AND BRUISED IT. BACK TO THE WALL. DID YOU EVEN READ AT ALL? I CAN'T READ AT ALL. I DO, I DO. THIS BUILDING SWALLOWS MY TONGUE. I CANNOT SAY THY WILL BE DONE FOR YOU. YOUR SPINE IS CURVING LIKE A QUESTION MARK. WE LOST IT ALL WHEN YOU UNLEASHED INFINITE PASSIONS TO ROAM WITH NO DIRECTION UNDER YOUR PROTECTION. PUSH, PUSH, PUSH US FROM THE DEEPEST OF WOMBS. BUILD ANOTHER WALL THROUGH YOUR OVAL ROOM. SEND YOU DOWN TO LIVE IN YOUR IMMORTAL TOMB. YOUR ARMS ARE REACHING LIKE A FRUITLESS TREE. IMAGINATION? NO, X-POLYNATION THE ORCHARD'S EMPTIED FOR YOU, FOR BLOOD AND SUGARY JUICE. PUSHED FROM THE DEEPEST OF WOMBS, THE FRUIT IS BLACKENED AND BRUISED. THE TONGUES WILL BLEED UNTIL YOU SLEEP IN THE DEEPEST OF TOMBS. DO WE THE PRO-CESS IN OUR PROCESS. DO WE THE POSES IN OUR PROGRESS. YOUR FRUITS ARE FALLING LIKE A GANG OF BOMBS. WE LOST IT ALL WHEN YOU UNLEASHED INFINITE RATIONS OUT. YOUR FRUITS ARE FALLING AND THEY TASTE LIKE BOMBS. ASSASSINATION? NO, X-POLYNATION.
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